Bored Bands Lyrics

To all the bands that sing about being bored

And love songs without love

I hope you're all ignored/caps-lock the last resort

Impressive frowns on faces as a facade

But don't scream to be heard if its silence that hurts

Giving up, with a smile

Minor chords of disenchantment, and

Beautifully said but horribly done

Exclamation marks are hollow and my question marks not satisfied

Fiercely waving white flags in an ironic way

The ambiguity lacks responsibility

An extension of the market making social critique

Into a commodity in the culture industry

Giving up, with a smile

Minor chords of disenchantment and

Beautifully said but horribly done

Exclamation marks are hollow and my question marks not satisfied

Sharpen riffs with the blunt knife of all the false promises

Amplify your traumas and harmonize with tinnitus

Nihilism teases but I don't need a pinch

The pain reminds me that I'm alive

Bleeding eyes, ringing ears

The sweet taste of the fruit of practise touches my

Chapped lips, runny nose

Warm yourself with flames of anger